THESE ARE NOT THINGS

1.) Wall

Every corner and side I turn to
Is white and blank.
If only I could gather all the
Little broken promises you said
And paint them on the
                                      white
                                                and
                                                       blankness.



2.) Hands

Sweaty and cold are the hands
I own. The infusion of two
elements called being alive and
                                                    de
                                                        ad.